Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #474
Tri-Tip by Belinda Roddie Tri-tip, roasted potatoes, broccoli, and wine made up our annivers'ry feast, and of course, we popped open the bubbly and toasted to four years. It's been a beast, this cluster of four years, but we've endured, our marriage growing stronger ev'ry day, the laughter and the happiness procured, as we, in many ways, are very gay. This is the only time I will demand "FOUR MORE YEARS!" Yes, for our love, I'll take that, and more than four years as well - that'd be grand. As we grow older, we'll adopt more cats, buy a house, and raise children. My teenage self will understand, despite prior rage.